I was re-reading some of my really old entries (old journals) and it really saddens me how I have dulled away as an individual. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of embarrassing moments, but I also made a healthy number of acute observations, and was able to, if I may say so myself, put them across in a fairly pretty and poetic (!) manner.

I’m trying very hard to make a statement now but I realise that I don’t feel strongly for anything at all right now apart from the fact that I get regularly frustrated when people do not conform to my world views. Even so, the frustration is hardly the fire that is necessary for me to write anything remotely passionate and affecting; rather, it is an irritating, prodding sort of frustration that just bugs me the way a fly keeps returning to tickle one’s skin despite one’s numerous attempts at flicking it off.

The new Rosebuds album was decent but mostly mediocre. The new Hello Saferide album, though, I can see myself listening to over and over again. And I don’t even consider myself to be that big of a folk/twee fan (though to be fair this record leans a lot more to the upbeat end of the pop spectrum than her previous one).

To those wondering, things at the school today generally went well. I should have something firmed by the end of the week. Thanks to all who wished me luck. (:

ADDENDUM

More than ever, I’m feeling that all too familiar feeling - that I don’t know what I want, I only know what I don’t want.